Inside the freshmen classroom at Elite High School, the teacher has finished introducing Eva Fox, a new student who has just arrived.

“Hi, everyone; it’s a pleasure to be part of this classroom and this high school,” says Eva, looking at the students.

She scans all the faces until she finally stares in a specific direction for a little bit. She is subtle not to attract everyone's gaze, but her eyes are set on Brandon.

How could she not? Her whole family has been hammering it into her head to get close to him. They keep showing her pictures of him at every waking moment.

The teacher says to Eva, “Miss, please take a seat. You can sit anywhere that there is an open spot.”

Looking at Eva, Brandon is dumbfounded. He daydreams that she looks like a princess from one of the TV shows he likes to watch. Her Reddish-Brown hair goes great with her caramel-colored skin. Her green eyes make her look mesmerizing, and her exquisite face with high cheekbones and slender nose makes her look ethereal. Her body still needs to be developed, but she is filling out in all the right places.

Brandon turns to Khyrum, “Stupid, move seats, now!” he says impatiently.

Khyrum doesn’t know what has gotten into Brandon, but he doesn’t feel like asking why, so he moves. He picks up his books and backpack and moves over to the other side, to a desk opposite Cora.

Seeing that Kyram moved and a spot opened next to Brandon, Eve took the hint and sat down.

“Hi, I’m Eva,” she says to Brandon.

Brandon looks at her almost with puppy eyes. His infatuation reached 200% in a heartbeat, he thought, “She has to be my girlfriend.”

Looking at Eva, he says, “Hi, I’m Brandon. I’m pretty famous in school, so if you need anything, please feel free to ask.”

Brandon is ecstatic that Eva sat next to him. He needs to find a way to talk to her and convince her to be his girlfriend.

Khyrum looks at Brandon and shakes his head, unaware that Cora has been observing him all this time.

“I can't believe he is this desperate for attention. That girl only wants to be with him for his family's fame,” he says, mumbling as he looks away, only to find Cora staring ardently at him.

“Did you say something, Khy?” she says in a chilling voice.

He didn’t care about the situation, as it had nothing to do with him. He just found it dumb that people would act like this over a person. To him, making money and living an easy life was more important.

“Nothing of importance,” I say, opening my book pretending to study the course materials.

“Hmm, really?” she says with a look between curious and irritated.

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“I saw you staring at the new girl; I thought that maybe you liked her,” she continues to say as she probes Khyrum for a response.

“Me like her, no, not even a little bit,” I say without looking up.

“To tell you the truth, girls are just a waste of time; I rather spend my time training and practicing my skills. I want to make the strike team this year and then see if I can make a professional team later,” I say as I see Cora’s jaw drop out of the corner of my eye.

Cora’s face turns red, purple, and many other shades. I know she is angry. She wants to say something, but the words are not decent enough to say in a classroom.

After about 5 min, I can still feel her gaze burning a hole in my head as if she is trying to see inside my head.

“Cora, you are starting to worry me,” I say as I glance her way.

“Khyrum, have you ever heard the term, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?” she says as she looks at me intently.

I shake my head as if saying no.

“If you haven't, I recommend that you look it up,” she says as she turns her head.

“We are not done with this issue, by the way,” she mumbles as she pulls out her book and prepares for class.

I sigh in resignation as I’m unsure why she is mad.

School progressed as usual for the second week. I have the classes down, and I even started practicing after school by myself.

“I must focus on my cardio and other attributes to make the strike team. The tryouts are in two weeks,” I tell myself as I head to the unused training ground behind the new auditorium in the northeast corner of campus.

It's more of an abandoned building. I checked with Mr. Warnick, our training instructor, a week ago to see if I could use it. According to him, this building was abandoned a few years after newer, modern ones were built.

This is perfect for me as no one can see me practice, and I like it this way. If people saw me use the two skills before I awakened, it would attract unnecessary trouble for me. Even more, if they discovered that I had upgraded those two tier three skills, air blade and enhanced skin, into the unmatched and unseen before today, tier one skills, Wind Technique, and the DSS enhancement.

“I have to compete just with my physical skills," I say.

“I can’t show my Tgene skills until I awaken at least. But even then, I must be cautious about how and to what extent I use them.”

I know I need to be careful. I have two years invested in learning to master these two skills, and if someone knew I had them, I’m sure they would spare no effort, resource, or money to get them from me. It might sound like a good thing, but it is not. Due to the lack of decent tier-one skills, I know these two skills would start a small war if more than one faction or group found out I had them. I would get kidnapped, tortured, experimented on, and finally, used as a stud for procreating the gene. Until now, we have not found a way of extracting the Tgene to transplant to an average human. The only way is through breeding, but as I mentioned before, it’s a crap shoot. You need Tgenes with very high Gene counts to transfer over, and even then, it's not guaranteed.

“I need to be careful with this. Only use your physical attributes,” I say to myself as I run around the inside track.

“Hmm, you know what, K, I heard of some families and corporations with physical enhancement skills. Maybe I can get one; I’ll check with our Tgene teacher tomorrow during school,” I say as I jog around the track.

“It seems that I only need a bit of the Tgene code to pick up the skill, so maybe if they have a sample or a partial DNA sequence, I have a perfect chance I can pick it up.” I think as a big smile dawns on my face.

I can’t help but laugh to myself as I think of the possibilities that I fail to realize that their two sets of eyes are spying on me from one of the windows in the abandoned bldg.

“Sister, why is he laughing like an idiot? I don’t get it,” says one of the twins.

“I know there is something very suspicious about him,” says the other.

“Do we want to keep an eye on him and ensure we find out his little secret?”

“Yes,” both sisters say as they start laughing.

Suddenly, Khyrum stops as he seems to hear laughter and giggling inside the bldg.

“What the hell!!!”

“Are their ghost here!!!”